A plaintive love song
Wafts through the air, fills the room
As sleep drowns my sight.


"How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives." – Annie Dillard
A plaintive love song
Wafts through the air, fills the room
As sleep drowns my sight.

A perfect bundle
Of fur and purrs and promise:
My little Kati.

The room is silent
Except for the soft purr of
A somnolent cat.

The fog of Time masks
Our futures from our poor selves
We know not what waits.
In her twinkling eyes,
Behold: the fruits of her Love,
Her sons, Mother’s pride.
In fret, dejected
In sadness, disconsolate
Darkness defeats me.
We jump through these hoops
For what? Why do we play these
Performative games?
Heap praise in public
And reprimand in private:
Preserve dignity!
Highly paid men stand
Around a table to play
Abstruse language games.
Eyes, paws raised up high,
A prayer for Benevolence:
Bastet cast in bronze.
